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Thursday, 24 April 2014

The Stag Party Reunion by kewtieboy

The
Stag Party Reunion

by
kewtieboy

MMM/sleep/drunk/voyeur/1st
time/anal/oral

We
had been friends since school days. There were originally eight of us
guys who had played football together for the school team and formed
a fluid “gang.” There was always three or four of us together at
any one time. We socialised within the group and spent summer
together playing football when we could or simply just hung out with
a few of the other guys. That group had diminished to four as we grew
up. We still hung out from time to time. Two guys had moved away and
two were married. It was one of the guys who had moved to London who
was getting married and had asked all eight of us to meet one last
time for his stag night. All of us would be together once more.

I
had also let the friendships slip as well. Since 19 I had realised if
I wasn't gay I was certainly bisexual. Recently men had interested me
more than woman and my quest for sex had meant less time for
heterosexual friends. I hadn't told them, of course. Nevertheless I
was looking forward to the trip from Newcastle to London for three
nights. It was going to be fun meeting the others and I had
remembered the guy who was getting married. Peter had been a stunning
guy with red/blonde hair, blue eyes and a smattering of freckles. He
was as straight as straight could be. However before he moved, he had
put on some weight and my original lust for him had diminished as the
pounds had piled on.

We
booked two twin rooms at a budget hotel which still seemed to be
expensive as he had decided to organise the event in the height of
summer. The other guys had all booked into the same hotel so we could
do the whole thing properly. When we arrived the other guys were all
there and the first striking thing was Peter. This cygnet, who
developed into a duck, had turned back into a swan. He was stunning.
I felt my heart thump when I saw him and could hardly string two
words together. He had lost all the weight, had a body to die for and
the looks of a model. He hugged me!

“Dave
it's so good to see you again,” he said.

“You
too Peter, obviously London has been good to you.”

“You
look good yourself. Haven't gone to the dogs quite yet.”

We
started to check in when there was a hoot of laughter from my two
Newcastle friends.

Ricky
turned and said,” They've gone and booked us two double beds not
twins and the fucking place is packed. I'll tell you now I ain't
sharing a bed with no one. I snore anyway!”

There
was a bit of haggling and as I was sharing with Ricky I wasn't too
keen on sharing a bed with him either as his hygiene habits were not
of the best.

The
confusion carried on until Peter said, “For fuck's sake I'll share
with you Dave if you don't mind and Ricky can share the twin room
with Harry, my best man. Is that ok, Dave.”

I
nodded dumbly and for the first time wondered if I would get to see
him in underwear, or better still, nude!

The
luggage was swopped around and Peter and I went up to get ready for
the first of the lad's nights out. I didn't get a chance to see more
than a naked top half but even that had me erect.

Soon
we were out on the town. The London based guys knew their way around
and we were soon downing shots and pints. By 11pm the ones with less
stamina were beginning to wain, myself included and I realised I
wasn't going to last much longer.

“Peter
I'm going to have to get back to the hotel or you'll end up carrying
me,” I said.

There
was some banter but four of us headed back and left Peter, his best
man and two of the Newcastle lads to carry on.

I
showered to try to sober myself up but to little avail and eventually
ended up asleep in a t-shirt and briefs.

My
dream was a pleasant one. I was in bed and could feel someone trying
to climb on me, trying to mount me and stroke my body. It was a
lovely feeling. I groggily came around and was aware of a stiff cock
between my legs in a fucking motion from behind. I was instantly
awake! Put my hands between my legs and a moist cock head was
sliding in and out. It responded immediately to my touch, pushing all
the more urgently.

I
slowly moved forward allowing the cock to withdraw. It moved back and
forth a little but without my legs to give it purchase, the movement
stopped and a gentle snoring began. I slowly turned and in the ray of
street lights, saw Peter lying on his back, the covers pulled down to
his waist and his mouth open, snoring.

I
pulled back the covers and found him completely naked and a stunning
eight inch cock standing straight up in the air. He was obviously
used to sleeping with his fiancée and had continued to hump me
without realising what he was doing. I clicked on a bedside light as
though getting up to the toilet and there was no movement from him at
all. It was around 3.00 am in the morning. I called his name. Still
no reaction.

Getting
bolder I lifted his arm and let it drop. He was like a corpse. There
wasn't even a break in his snoring. Emboldened by his position I
pulled the covers firmly back and exposed his stunning body. Sliding
my briefs down I raised on to my knees and put my mouth over his
cock. His foreskin slid back and apart from a slight change in his
snoring pattern he started to hump my mouth. His cock tasted slightly
of piss but I didn't care. I had Peter's dick in my mouth at last,
and sucked his eight inches with enthusiasm. I gripped his shaft with
one hand and held his soft balls with the other while sucking his
cock firmly. His erection was brick hard and I wondered what kind of
dream he was having. I stroked my own cock and then raised it up to
press my cockhead against his lips. He licked unconsciously and I
managed to get a little of it in but there was no way he was going to
suck it. I lay full length beside and facing him and kissed his soft
lips. There was a taste of booze and his tongue came out
automatically. I licked it and kissed his lips again.

I
wondered how far this could go. I slid out of bed and went to my
toilet bag. I always had some essentials when travelling including a
small container of lube and a few condoms. I brought these back to
the bed and ripped open a condom to stretch on his cock. Whenever his
cock felt the pressure of the latex it responded by returning to full
hardness. I swiftly lubed my hole and rubbed some over his cock.
There was no way I could sit on him so I walked around the bed and
gently rolled his with his back to the bed edge. I then went back
around to my side and slid into bed backwards, my arse in a spooning
position. His hard cock pressed into my buttocks.

I
reached around and gripped it firmly aiming it to my hole and gently
started to push back. The head popped in and as soon as he felt that,
he started to fuck like a randy dog, mumbling some incoherent words
of pleasure. He then slowed back down again and started snoring once
more.

While
his cock was still hard I started to gently push back against him and
gradually there was a gentle push in return. I managed a soft fucking
motion with his big hard cock now inside me fully. The feeling was
amazing. I gripped my own cock and slowly fucked backwards into the
rigid flesh of my friend. I was able to do this for over thirty
minutes with his reaction varying from snores to mumbling to
animal-like grunts. At no stage did it feel like he was going to
waken.

Emboldened
by this I started to really fuck hard, back on to his cock. I was
getting close to cumming and wandered if I might manage to get him to
as well. When it happened there was no build up and no warning. I was
suddenly aware that his cock felt even harder and there was a pulsing
sensation inside my hole. When that stopped there was a small grunt.
I slid off his cock and turned to find his cock dwindling fast with
the condom bulging with warm cum.

Peter,
even in his dreams, turned into a normal guy and just rolled over
with his back to me. I laid back on the bed and emptied the condom
content slowly over my face and lips as I wanked my own cock. It took
no more than one minute to explode and cum shot straight over my
head, hitting the headboard and my face. I hadn't cum like that since
my teens.

When
I calmed down, guilt kicked in and I quickly mopped myself up and
searched the bed for any evidence. The condom was filled with water
and flushed down the toilet along with it's wrapper and I returned to
bed, my heart thumping and my hole with a rosy warm feeling having
just been fucked by my straight friend a few nights before his
wedding. This was a memory I was going to cherish.

Next
day everything was as normal. Once we had had a couple of Egg
McMuffins we were all fine and planning the next night's fun.
Needless to say it was a repeat of the previous one and Peter started
hitting the beer just after 1.00pm in the afternoon.

That
night Peter, though drunk seemed to be holding his own much better.
He was less incoherent and managed to say a sentence without slurring
his words too much. The same can't be said for the rest of them.
Harry, the best man, in conversation with me during the night said
he had had a hellish nights sleep with Ricky who had snored, farted
and made so many visits to the toilet, he hadn't slept well. He
pointed out that even sharing a bed with Peter would have been a
better option with hindsight. I smiled wondering how good an option
he thought it had been for me! I was beginning to think I might even
get a repeat performance again.

When
we rolled back into the budget hotel Peter announced that he had
bought a secret stash of cider for a “nightcap.” My gut feeling
was that it was more like the final drink of dying men. Ricky went to
his room to pee and said he would be down in a minute and Harry,
Peter and I all headed to our room. The cider bottles were duly
opened and we started to drink them.

Harry
again regaled Peter with his terrible night's sleep with Ricky, but
Peter was beyond caring and slowly faded into oblivion, bottle still
in hand. Harry and I laughed and he took the bottle off him and
knocked the whole lot back in one.

“I'll
help you get him to bed,” said Harry.

We
started to strip Peter until he was down to his boxer briefs and I
went to cover him.

“I
wonder what he's got to offer Melanie?” he said.

Melanie
was his fiancée.

“What
do you mean?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

“Well
he's never going to show us what he's got and he's always bragging
about his prowess so let's check out his goods while he's out of it.”

“What
about Ricky?” I asked.

“By
now Ricky will be dead to the world and snoring his head off,” said
Harry.

Without
any further ado, he started to pull off Peter's underwear. I stood
slightly back and wondered what he was up to. Harry pulled Peter's
pants right off revealing his decent sized balls and hefty, soft
cock.

“He
wasn't lying was he,” said Harry. “C'mon Dave and help me get him
stripped.”

He
was having difficulty getting his briefs off his legs partly because
he was pretty drunk himself so I walked over a little reluctantly and
held his legs steady while Harry completed the job, leaving Peter
stark naked and snoring softly. I really wanted Peter to myself but
Harry was cute. He was smaller than both of us and slightly chunky
without being fat. He gave off no vibes whatsoever of being gay and
had never registered at all on my “gaydar.”

Harry
got to work as though I wasn't there. He gripped Peter's soft cock
and started to stroke it up and down. There was little success in
getting it hard. I knew what might work but thought I would see how
far he would go. He flopped Peter's cock back and forth.

“Thought
we might have seen him stiff,” he said, “any ideas?”

“Oral
sometimes works if you're game.”

He
looked at me then back to Peter.

“Will
you do it too?”

“I
might,” said I.

He
slumped down between Peter's legs, pushed them further apart and took
Peter's cock in his left hand, his mouth quickly engulfing his cock.
He didn't look too much of a novice and he sucked and slurped,
pulling Peter's foreskin back to reveal his sensitive glans. He
looked at me to see my reaction so I smiled. I saw his right hand
slip between his legs to squeeze his own cock.

“Do
you want a piece of this?” he asked me.

I
walked forward and as I went down on my knees, Harry stood up and
gave me space. I took Peter's cock in my mouth and gave him my magic
and out of the corner of my eye saw Harry unbutton his jeans and let
them drop, followed by his hipsters. His cock was an average size
uncut cock, about 6 inches in length and stiif as a board with a
slight curve to the right. He wanked at he watched me and then moving
forward pushed his own cock down towards where I was. I took it
swiftly into my mouth.

“Christ
that's amazing,” he said as I sucked him. “Strip and let's see
what you have?”

I
stood slowly as he watched me and stripped completely naked exposing
my own stiff cock to Harry. Mine was thicker and about an inch longer
than Harry's and I got the feeling he was fascinated by the cocks
around him. Still on his knees he put his hand behind my buttocks and
pulled me towards him taking my cock in his mouth. Not the best suck
ever but definitely erotic. I gasped and he took that as
encouragement to really start to suck.

Once
his jaws felt like they were aching I said, “Let's get to work on
Peter.”

I
went back to resurrect the wilting cock and Peter, already having
started to rise, grunted, tried to turn but couldn't so slumped back
and his cock started to gain some girth. I slurped as Harry wanked
and watched.

“Christ
that's big isn't it? What do we do now?”

I
said to him, “This was you idea, what do you think we should do. I
doubt you'll ever get to do this

again
with him.”

“I
don't suppose we could bumfuck him?” he said.

“I
think he would waken,” I replied.

“Well
he can't fuck me, I could never take that.”

He
looked at me as he said it and suddenly I was very horny. The thought
of my straight friend watching my other straight friend stick his
cock up my arse was very exciting.

“Do
you want me to try it?” I said.

“Could
you?”

“I'll
try.”

“Fuck
this is going to be something,” said Harry, obviously fulfilling a
long held fantasy about watching one guy fuck another.

I
went to the bathroom and brought back a pack of condoms and lube. I
slowly opened the condom and peeled it on to Peter's cock. I then
lubed my arse and spent a few moments keeping Peter's cock stiff
while I sat astride him facing Dave and lowered myself on his upright
rod. I wasn't going to pussyfoot around so just gently sat down
taking his cock in one steady downward motion while Dave, now naked,
watched and wanked uttering expletives.

I
started to ride Peter and like the previous night his cock responded
with gentle upward thrusts as I went along. I did this for about
fifteen minutes and Dave just looked and wanked.

Suddenly
he said, “Can I fuck you?”

“You
bet you can,” I replied.

I
climbed off Peter, turned around and the bent forward over Peter, my
arse in the air as Dave pulled a condom on and I took Peter's condom
off, engulfing his cock with my mouth. I had to adjust my position
but finally, in a standing doggy fashion Dave entered me and took
both my hips in his hand as he fucked me hard. He was like a horny
terrier. His cock would slip out and he would stab around in the air
until it went back in. The speed of the fucking was breakneck and
slightly rough. I gobbled Peter for all it was worth and sensed a
slight restlessness as he moved, slightly whimpered and his cock
seemed to expand in my mouth.

Peter's
cock exploded and he grunted, probably coming to consciousness only
briefly as his seed filled my mouth with his wonderful, heterosexual
semen. I gulped and groaned as I swallowed and I assumed Dave knew
what was happening as he tensed, grunted and fired his salvo into my
arse. I swear I could feel the force of his cum as it shot up the
full length of his cock. It took me no more than five strokes to fire
my own load over the bedspread.

“Fucking
Hell,” said Dave. “That was the best fuck of my life.”

“Thank
you, kind sir,” I said.

He
smiled and started to look a little awkward. I grabbed some tissue
and proceeded to mop up the mess, taking the condom off Dave, it's
full load looking very sizeable, and carefully filling it with water
to flush it down the toilet. We both pulled Peter into a more
sensible position and replaced his underwear.

Dave
said, “I'd better get back to my room.”

“I
thought Ricky snored,” I said.

“He
does,” said Dave.

“I
don't,” I replied.

He
looked at me for a moment, his face looking very confused, then
smiled, took his briefs back off and said, “Good.”

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